Old Uncle Bill had a still on the hill
Where he run off a gallon or two.
If you’ll hush up your mug, we’ll fill up your jug
With the good old mountain dew.
Oh, they call it the good old mountain dew,
And those that refuse it are few.
If you’ll hush up your mug, we’ll fill up your jug
With that good old mountain dew.

All the buzzards in the sky got so drunk they couldn’t fly
On the good old mountain dew.